Fate of a Murderess

Part 6: Something Inside So Strong

After six weeks strapped to a hospital bed, Jennifer was extraordinarily stiff. Although the nurse had given her a daily flexing of limbs and electrical stimulation to ensure that her circulation was okay and that her muscles didn't start to waste away, Jennifer had been effectively motionless for seven weeks, including the week before the mysterious operation. The nurse was accompanied by Eleanore and James Edward himself. They raised the folding half of the bed so that Jennifer was in a sitting position, and then undid the straps that bound her. First they released Jennifer's feet, and James Edward held them firmly to stop Jennifer from kicking anyone; although she was in no fit state to do so, they were not going to risk it.

With her upper body still firmly bound, Eleanore showed her a nut and bolt combination, larger than usual, and the head of the bolt and the nut itself were very wide in diameter. When the nurse undid the straps, Jennifer discovered why: her hands were to be bolted together behind her back, through the holes left by the "Brava Nails". James Edward swivelled Jennifer's legs through 90 degrees, and the nurse with Eleanore's help lifted Jennifer to her feet. Without the use of her hands, it would have been almost impossible for her to stand without assistance.

Only when she was on her feet, balancing on the metal plates in the hollow of her foot, that Jennifer had the first inkling of what might have been done to her this time. She had heard the phrase "a poker up the bum", but this was the first time she had had a literal demonstration of what the term was supposed to mean; it had only been a colloquial figure of speech until now. Her spine felt as if it had been rendered utterly inflexible and she was unable to bend her torso forwards or backwards, or leaning left or right. Her neck still worked, but her body was totally frozen. She could manage a bit of twisting at her hips, but that was all.

It played havoc with her sense of balance as James Edward and Eleanore helped her to walk from the ward, along a corridor and back into the courtyard where, nearly two months ago, Jennifer had been nailed to a cross.

There was no raised stage this time, just wooden boards placed over the sandy ground. A wooden block stood at the centre of the floor, reminiscent of the chopping blocks seen in films where the hero is about to be beheaded (only to be rescued at the last minute by his faithful companions). Jennifer had no faithful companions, and had no illusions about being a heroine. But she knew that the DeMoeiras would not behead her. Unless the operation she had undergone would somehow enable the DeMoeiras to repeatedly chop her head off, put it back on and revive her in time for another go, she could not see it happening that way. There was also a ladder and a tall crane, the purposes of which she could not imagine.

To one side of the arena stood a podium with a microphone for James Edward to play the part once more of MC. If anything, there were more people watching than there had been for Jennifer's last "performance". Eleanore assisted Jennifer to the block and made her kneel. This was not going to be a beheading, realised Jennifer, thankful for that much at least (although perhaps she should have welcomed death rather than whatever the DeMoeiras had in mind instead). Her knees were pushed right up against the block. They were also forced wide apart by a lip at the base of the block. Eleanore pushed her forwards until her crotch was against the rough corner at the top of the wood. Only now did Jennifer realise that she was still naked. She had not had any clothes since her crucifixion, and she had all but forgotten her nudity. Now, though, with her sex exposed and an audience of nearly two hundred, the full shame of her condition came back to her. There was nothing that she could do about it, though, except blush and shrink into herself: even that action was less effective with her restricted level of movements.

Eleanore stood guard beside Jennifer as James Edward mounted his dais and started his presentation:

"Friends and family members," he began, "Our fabled Doctor Lucas Brava has done it again! We are here today to witness the results of possibly the most daring and innovative experiment in the history of torture and execution. That the preparatory operation itself has been completed satisfactorily is in itself a testament to the man's sheer brilliance in his chosen fields of metallurgy and medicine.

"But that is not all! There is a small matter of industrial discipline that will be settled after the main show, and before the main show, we must welcome back my eldest, from his sea trip in the Pacific to bury Jennifer forever in the wide ocean! He missed out on our first experiment, but is here today to play a full part in the second. So, everybody, welcome William DeMoeira, pilot and skydiver extraordinaire!"

William DeMoeira stood and walked forwards from his place at the front of one of the grandstands.

"William will not only assist with the actual erection, but will also assist by use of his erection, in order to prepare the victim for her ride," James Edward commented as William began to strip off beside Jennifer at the wooden block. Once naked, William showed off his body, well-endowed in all respects, to the waiting audience. Then he whispered in Jennifer's ear, "I think I'm glad I missed you on the cross, because I think doing it this way will be much sweeter! You always were lowlife trash, and you deserve everything I'm going to give you. I bet you even enjoy it!"

Eleanore forced Jennifer to bend forwards over the bock, pushing her rigid torso towards the ground. Somebody had worked this out very carefully, because Jennifer's forehead just touched the ground when her belly on the far edge of the top of the block would allow her to bend no further at the waist – although it was her hips rather than her waist that had to provide more of the flexibility.

Eleanore unbolted Jennifer's hands and forced her to place her elbows on the floor as William moved into place behind Jennifer. He patted her arse playfully.

"You're going to want to relax that as much as possible," Eleanore whispered to Jennifer, "Otherwise this whole thing is going to hurt a lot more. And you have to take William's whole thing as well, first!"

William was not one given to kindness, so his preparation of Jennifer's butt, and his own cock, with plenty of lubrication was not a sign of a willingness to save Jennifer any pain; rather, it showed that whatever the DeMoeiras had planned, it involved Jennifer's arsehole and would be big. Jennifer didn't see it that way, though.

"No, please, not there!" she wailed into Eleanore's crotch, but the sound was transmitted to the whole audience, and Jennifer was shocked to hear her desperate pleas broadcast over the PA. Eleanore had deliberately hidden a radio microphone in her costume just for such a purpose.

"Please!" Jennifer begged, as William placed the head of penis against her puckered anus, "I've never done it before, you'll tear me apart!" Indeed, if anything her anus was as unprepared as it was possible to be for such an assault. Thanks to the IV feed, it had been almost forty days since she had last had to have a shit and her arse was seemingly closed to all traffic in either direction as it had gradually fallen into disuse.

"Just relax it," soothed Eleanore, "It'll hurt less!" This was also not advice given out of kindness, but rather to allow Jennifer to blame herself when she did not relax enough. The DeMoeiras also did not really want Jennifer too badly damaged at this stage.

William used his hands to pull Jennifer's cheeks wide apart, and began to press his hips in towards her upturned bottom. He knew his duty here. Once inside, he could hammer as hard as he liked, but he couldn't go too fast too soon, or the whole event would have to be postponed. Besides, this way he could prolong the slutty bitch's agony for several seconds longer.

"Ow!" cried Jennifer as the bulbous end of William's cock finally forced its way past her sphincter, "Oww, no, please stop!" Her voice cracking with the pain in her backside, each of her complaints drew a round of applause for the man inflicting the pain upon her. Though well-endowed, William was hardly massive; just on the big side of average. Enough to impress the ladies, and satisfy the sluts, was his own way of putting it. To Jennifer it might as well have been the Titanic that was barging its way into her darkest regions.

"Wargh!" she cried, as William reversed direction, and a terrible slow sucking sensation seemed to be dragging her insides out after him as he withdrew at the same speed with which he had advanced.

Then the vengeful DeMoeira heir took his hatred out on Jennifer's arsehole. He abandoned his initial tempo and went for it as hard as he could, speeding up as he felt Jennifer's hole becoming weaker. Jennifer grunted with the first impact of the accelerating William, and screamed louder and higher-pitched with every subsequent stroke. Suddenly he was jerking, grunting, cursing his defiled in-law, as he came deep in her brown tunnel.

"Some extra lube for you there," he whispered hoarsely to Jennifer, "You're going to need it!" Jennifer did not attempt to answer; tears of pain and impotent rage were all she had, and they soaked the wooden floor just below her face. Eleanore took a handful of Jennifer's hair and rubbed it in the salt-water as the manoeuvres were made ready for the headline event.

"There is little that can be said about what is going to happen, that cannot be expressed better by simply letting it happen," announced James Edward, "Suffice to say that no other woman could possibly survive the treatment that we are about to give to young Jennifer DeMoeira, née Derby."

Four of the DeMoeira boys in roughly the same age group as Jennifer (and the late Daniel) came in, and they were carrying what appeared to be a decorative flagpole. William had put his trousers on and was helping to direct them. They passed behind Jennifer and out of her sight. As she did so, she saw that the head of the flagpole was pointed, going into a ball about the width of a golf ball before a slight pinch and then it widened to about half an inch fatter than the head, and was apparently the same width all the way along from that point. She consoled herself that it would be fatal if inserted into her...

"Argh!" Jennifer screamed as the very thing that she had been ruling out happened. The head of the flagpole itself was being driven into her anus. She knew that it would have been impossible if William had not widened her there already.

"Nooo! I can't take it!" she cried as another inch was pushed down her back passage. Already the bulb at the top was all the way inside, her anus closing tightly around the neck before the wider part. She could feel the terrible thing inside her, too fat to come out but impossible, surely, for it to go further in?

But it did. Inch after inch, and now her anus was stretched far beyond anything she could have believed ten minutes ago. The men were driving it ever so slowly, and Jennifer was thankful for the lubrication that William had put in her as it pressed ever forwards.

How much was in her already? Surely she could take no more! They would nail a seat to the pole, hoist it to vertical and leave her there, a pretty bird sitting on a red and white tree in the desert. But it just kept on coming, rasping against her sore rectum and driving onwards and inwards.

Finally it stopped! There must have been about 3 feet of pole inside her, but that was impossible. It must surely only have felt like that?

And then the pole moved, the other end being lowered to the floor and Jennifer found that her own body had to move with it. Her kneeling hips were the pivot on which it rotated and her torso was forced ever straighter, horizontal to the ground. It felt as though there truly was a pole running right through her body, and the pain that erupted in every part of Jennifer's torso was unbelievable as it shifted. William and Eleanore lifted Jennifer to her feet, and made her shift again as the pole was once more lowered. Eleanore took Jennifer's hands and once more bolted them together behind Jennifer's back. William made sure that her knees were locked straight as Jennifer found herself bent almost parallel to the ground and balanced only by the pole emerging from her backside.

William went somewhere behind Jennifer, presumably making an adjustment to the pole-bearers' stances. Jennifer didn't want to know. Eleanore looked in their direction, and when she received some signal of affirmation she looked Jennifer in the eyes.

"When you hear them shout, 'Now!' you should take a very deep breath. Otherwise this will be a lot more painful that it needs to be, and will have to be repeated. Understand?" Jennifer nodded, and Eleanore gave a thumbs-up to her brother William.

"Now!" Jennifer did not need Eleanore's advice to take a breath. The swiftness with which the men raised the pole towards vertical was so shocking that she gasped inwards in surprise. Her gasp was cut off midway through, though, because suddenly she could the feel the pole forcing itself not only between her arsecheeks, but into the bottom of her throat as well. The only way she could accommodate it was to relax her oesophagus as much as possible, but her windpipe was crushed completely closed by the hideous shaft, and breathing was no longer possible. She tried to control the gagging reflex, but it was impossible with such a massive object blocking her throat. Her ring muscles fought impossibly against the weight of the pole, and her rectal ring muscles trying to expel the pole from the other end. Neither had any chance of success, and all that was possible was for Jennifer to slide down the pole.

She discovered what the crane and the ladder were for. William was there, a rope attached to the crane in his hand. He was beside Jennifer's head, standing at the top of the ladder.

Jennifer suddenly felt a pricking at the back of her mouth. The head of the pole! Her own weight would drive it right through her brain unless she tilted her head right back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Survival instinct took over, and Jennifer threw back her head, sending her blonde hair tumbling down her back, and opened wide just in time for the pole to come through. William immediately wrapped the rope tightly around the neck of the pole, and the crane took the weight as Jennifer watched helplessly while the pole gradually emerged from her throat while being fed into her arse at the other end. It tasted, she noticed, of disinfectant. No chances were being taken there, then.

By now, her lungs were aching. They needed new air to replace the old that was left over from her sharp intake of breath. It was impossible to hold her breath any longer, but there was no passageway for air to reach the lungs. Her chest was working as hard as it could to achieve the impossible, but her diaphragm and intercostals were no match for the implacable column on which Jennifer was now fully impaled, and down which she was slowly descending. Her legs had flailed wildly at the start, but now they just hung limply beside the pole.

She realised that she had to do anything she could to smooth the pole's passage through her insides. She relaxed her throat and rectal muscles as far as she could, and she realised that if she could part her legs then she might be able to loosen further the passage at her rear. She had no choice but to spread her thighs as wide as she could, her lower legs hanging free. It must have looked like some grotesque attempt to display her sexuality to the crowd, but there was no other option for her. Her chest was ablaze, her arse was tearing, her throat was raw and she was feeling very, very faint. It grew hard to keep her legs aloft, and she began to sag...

And there was the ground beneath her feet! She had reached the base of the pole and could tighten up her leg muscles, and try to take her own weight!

The pole did not stop moving, but the sound indicated that the crane was now lifting it through her body. It made her feel very light on her feet until suddenly, just before she passed out completely, the base of the pole emerged from her mouth to rapturous applause from the gathered company. Jennifer sank to the sandy ground, aware that there was a slight trickle of blood from her anus. She couldn't curl into a ball, but lay with straight back, her limbs tucked up, like the skeleton of some long-dead beast that had died in its sleep.

James Edward explained what had just happened. "As you can see, Jennifer has survived a complete impaling with only minor damage to her rectum. She survived a descent of around 2 minutes 40 seconds, if my stopwatch is accurate. What Doctor Brava has done, ladies and gentlemen, is to insert a titanium tube from the rectum to the base of the throat, through which may be safely passed just about any sufficiently clean object. It completely bypasses the digestive system, and Jennifer will never be able to take any form of sustenance by mouth again. The best she can hope for is a tube leading directly to her stomach, down which we can pour water and nutrients.

"But enough about her. We have a second impalement to demonstrate! Welcome Adenike, the nurse who tried to help Jennifer escape."

It was Joel and Francis who brought in the captive black woman. She was beautiful still, despite whatever had been done to her, with her dark hair cut at about shoulder-length and a slender body. Jennifer reckoned her at about 5'6". At first it seemed as though the girl walked proudly to her fate, but then it became clear that her arms were tied behind her back, each wrist to the opposite elbow, making the girl's impressive bust stand out even further.

Eleanore made Jennifer kneel to watch the event. Adenike was forced to kneel over the wooden block, just as Jennifer had been. Joel forced the hapless nurse's face to the wooden boards while Francis performed the task that William had performed on Jennifer, but more brutally and much quicker, and without any lubrication. Then he and Joel swapped places so that Joel could also leave his seed within Adenike's shithole. Throughout the double anal rape, Jennifer watched the girl bucking and screaming as though her very life was being torn from her. Finally, the two men were finished. Jennifer looked across at the pole down which she had slid, but nobody seemed interested in it. Then she saw why: a much fatter steel stake, about six feet long, had been brought in instead. She gasped, and Eleanore laughed nastily.

"What? You didn't think we'd waste precious resources keeping her alive, did you? When we said she would get the same as you, we meant that she would be impaled. We didn't mean she would survive it!"

The pointed end of the stake was placed at Adenike's arsehole, and William lifted high over his head with a mallet to strike the end. Adenike screamed as the pole forced her anus open. Another hammer blow, and she screamed louder and more shrill. Jennifer could see that Adenike's anal ring had been split, and blood was already seeping from the wound. Adenike screamed and screamed without pause as William methodically hammered the metal pole into the woman's soft and helpless body. Soon enough the screams turned to gargling, croaking yelps. Adenike was almost dead, and long before the point burst from the base of the girl's throat, she had ceased to live, becoming just a piece of meat run through by a giant spit.

Eleanore leaned close to Jennifer's ear:

"That's going to be the main meal this evening!" she chortled, and laughed all the more as Jennifer retched at the thought.

"Join us tomorrow, if you can, for a very different impalement of Jennifer!"

Joel and Francis came with a stretcher to carry Jennifer back to her hospital bed, where she could await tomorrow with dread and the accompaniment of a video of Adenike's last minutes on Earth.